Freedom
Under the sky, I stand and gaze,
Watching birds that soar in dazzling ways.
Their wings outstretched, they dance with ease,
A symphony of freedom, if you please.
I yearn to join them, to feel the thrill,
To rise above, to touch the sky’s soft hill.
The wind beneath, a gentle caress,
Lifting me up, in effortless finesse.
From under the sky, I take to the air,
My spirit soaring, without a single care.
The world below, a breathtaking sight,
As I fly over, bathed in sunlight.
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